The Moon

A comet appears on the dawn of time
but it is never enough to light your face.
Shadows on the stars, the eternal question
that you never wanted to answer, dear.

Silence of space and the echo of
the ocean. The most beautiful thing
in the whole world, perhaps,
is how the waters waves never cease
to kiss the shore

no matter how many times
the shore sends them away

I am the waves and you, the shore
I would go to kiss you if I could
but I lack the courage that
the ocean seems to harbour.

You open the door and tumble through,
the jade green scent of the ocean
follows in your wake.

The waves of that ocean will kiss my face.

But you dear

never will again.


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